Children of the Sun is one of the most disturbing games I’ve ever played. Admittedly, this sounds like a superbly tabloid opening line to an article, one that’s about to harrumph on about the terrible state of things, but worry not. I mean it as a good thing. God, this game is dark, creepy, violent, awful, upsetting, and oppressive, like a nightmare that creeps into your waking life.
A sort of PS1 vibe lends the game itself an atmospheric horror, which is contrasted by the over-saturated Saturday morning cartoons gone bad that make up the cutscenes, always scored by an ear-upsetting scream-roar of feedback-laden guitar. It’s a game that takes every opportunity to feel uncomfortable, which I think is perhaps vital given the terrible nature of what you’re doing.